Destined for internal consumption, these three words nevertheless provoked the reply which you see here: who doesn’t? With an interrogation point, for the reply was percontative.

That was the most painfully sung rendition of “Fly Me to the Moon” that I’ve ever heard.

The stoning continued heavily from the crowd following in rear and from the fresh crowd, until they reached a spot some 50 yards from the mill. … Dawson observed from his position in the Police lorry which was in rear of the mill lorry, that the horses were being hit and giving trouble. He also saw stones falling on the cooly lorry, and Police lorry. The mill lorry being covered in with expanded metal, none of its occupants were hurt.

Thomas A. Hazinski, a managing director for the convention consulting firm HVS in Chicago, argues that Mr. Sanders fails to consider nonconvention hotel demand, which varies from market to market.